Read your post about reader giving Price the talk he needed because I, too, would be what the heck. She should’ve taken the wine and bump it in him eheehehhehe
@ghouljams has a really fun thing going on about price and his ex wives, so if you liked mine, you'd love theirs!
I was actually thinking about writing a scene where she does just that, but I was tired and needed to get the fic out.
I do support price getting owned though, I like seeing smug bastards not getting what they wanted.
Ps: I'm graduating from Cosmo school this week so I should probably be able to write more if I feel like it maybe...
Okay, surprise appearance!! Price getting a reality check that you aren't some maiden in distress that needs to be put in your place: why? Because I felt like it.
It all started as a one night stand. Some dingy pub in London that smelled of piss and cigarettes. You were slightly drunk and horny and there was a fella with a beard who seemed to be feeling just about the same as you. So you went home with him, learned his name was John and then quite literally got his name fucked into you. That's where it was supposed to end. One good night and then back to your usual day to day. Until..
Flowers start showing up at your work, his name and his number on the card, asking if you wanted to hook up again sometime. It was slightly endearing, John thought you were such a good fuck he had to send flowers, an ego boosting thought to be sure. Then it was just creepy, the more you thought about it, the worse it seemed. How did he know where you worked? What your full name was? It was too much. Your coworkers asking who they were from, why they came every day. Even the flower delivery guy seemed concerned.
It was this weird twisting in your stomach, some pit that had formed over the 3 weeks you had been getting these flowers, the paranoia starting to grow from the revelation that he had to be atleast partially stalking you. It was becoming unbearable, half the time you didn't even want to show up to work, but you knew if you did, he'd find a way to deliver them to your house.
The last bouquet that broke you came with a card as usual, his phone number and his signature, but under it, "You sure do like the chase, don't you?". You could smell the smugness radiating off the note. Such self assurance shoved in your face, like he knew you'd cave and let him pound you again.
There was this pesky thought in the back of your head. He wanted you, really badly, and you weren't..skinny, or short..or small in anyway, why turn him down? It might be the best chance you get, he made you cum during the one night stand, so he can't be that ba-
You cut off the train if thought right there. You deserved better then some guy who thinks inserting himself into your life is the best course of action. It stops here.
You pick up your phone, dialing the numbers with hesitation, wondering if you really wanted to hear his voice after all this time. Will you even be able to keep a strong grip of your feelings? Breathe..it's okay you tell yourself as you hit call.
Almost instantly he picks up. "Oh Love, I knew you'd call. Did you like my flowers?" He spoke immediately like he knew it was you, even though you didn't give him your number. Great, he's more creepy now.
"Oh yes, they were so pretty.." Bile pooled in your throat, wondering what to say next. It wouldn't be enough to just hear him react, you needed to be face to face "Could we actually meet up at the bar? I might wanna loosen up a little after work.." He hummed in mock contemplation, but you could practically feel his ego boosting in his tone.
He pauses for a second, thinking carefully about what to say next, knowing he just had to stick the landing to get back in your pants. "Of course, I'd be happy to, tell me what time and I'll be here." You let your anger back off just enough to let the time roll of your tongue "9 sound okay?" "Perfect"
You hung up right after that. Then started pacing the floor. You just called him, the guy who has most likely been stalking you and has sent a small fortune in flowers to your work. Was it really a good idea to meet up with him? To face him? Men like him could be dangerous..
Right as 8:30 rolled around, you felt hesitation settle in your chest. Your aggression faded into anxiety and worry. Did you really wanna cause a scene? Maybe you could just let it go..
All of that was thrown out the window when you stepped into the pub around 8:57. He was sitting in the exact chair you met him at. Waiting for you. And when he turned to look at you, it just all came flooding back. And then he spoke.. "Glad you made it, knew I could get you back to me." He sounded so proud of himself, so stern in his convictions, like no woman would dare reject him. It made it worse that he had already ordered you a drink. Red wine by the looks of it, and you hated wine.
You've met men like him before, men that thought that if they had enough money, enough power, that they could just override whatever their partner wanted, because they thought they knew better, that they were they best thing that happened to any woman every.
That's when it all just bursted out, he had no right to assume what you liked, what you wanted, he had no right to track down where you worked, no right to find out your last name. He was a fucking creep and deserved to know.
You could feel your face start to show your emotions. "What's wrong lo-?" You cut him off not wanting to hear his condescending voice.
"You know what's wrong? Sending a girl 3 weeks worth of flowers to her work when you slept with her once! And why the fuck did you order me a drink before I got here? I hate wine! Gives me the worst headache in the world! And who knows if you've tampered with it, could've fucking roofied it! Also also, finding out where I worked in the first place? that's fucking creepy by the way-"
"but-"
"I'm. Not. Finished. Getting my full name, that's fucking creepy too. But you know what really did me in? That last card you sent, you sure do love the chase? What the fuck was that? What chase? You deluded yourself into thinking that I was just begging for your attention!"
People were staring at this point, even the bartender seemingly interested in your words, you felt self conscious for a moment, what did they think about you? Were you righteous with your words? Were you in the right in the first place?
Why did any of that matter? You were telling him how you felt, not what others thought of you, so more words just tumbled out of your mouth.
"You know when we fucked the first time, I thought the whole cocky older man thing was fucking foreplay! But no, you actually think like that! You think every woman who warms your bed is some desperate, sorry single lady in need of a big strong man to come and save her from her boring life!"
His face starts to turn to a slight red color, either from anger or embarrassment, probably both, he kept his mouth shut though.
"And that's what I hate. I hate when men like you think that they're the gift from God to every woman that they date. It's fucking infuriating! I don't need your hero complex in my life, I don't need your self righteous attitude anywhere near me!"
Letting it all out through your words made you realize how justified your outburst was, what he did was insane, he was a self absorbed prick, maybe you jumped the gun just a wee bit, but he deserved it.
You looked at him and he just looked speechless. Like a kid who got himself caught in the cookie jar. You saw through him and his attempts to make you his personal sheet warmer for however long he liked. And that made him very, very mad.
His fists flexing in anger, his brows furrowed. You felt some..fear. You just had a very public outburst on a man who knows where you work, your full name, and maybe could find your home address, and who clearly has money.
But..even so, giving into the fear, showing him you were scared would be probably satisfying for him.
"I'm not scared of you."
And you stared into his eyes with all your might, trying to catch his bluff, to make him crack under the pressure he was trying to put onto you.
Then he did.
He looked away first. Took a deep, deep sigh, and shook his head. Returning his focus to his beer, knowing you weren't worth the trouble it'd take to get back on your good side. You slid a few bucks onto the bar counter and left. Safe to say no more flowers appeared at your work
Authors note; hello, yes I did fall off the face of the earth for like a year. Am I back? I'm not sure tbh, Ive been writing this over the course of a month, still not alot, I know. I just kinda write whenever I feel like it, and I don't really wanna do series or anything, just cause my writing is slightly inconsistent.
Long story short, I do what I want, when I want. To be cringe is to be free, peace out, hoes.
I reblogged this last month, tagged it, and said “might as well see if it works.” I used this video as a reference to find all the forms that i needed (which is A LOT, especially if you’re a dependent) and sent them through the mail, not really allowing myself to hope.
dude.
$2,714 of medical debt from my top surgery - gone. im shaking this was such a weight on me for 2 years and it fucking worked. what the fuck.
What is fear? Is it the blood pumping out from your heart and into your veins at high speeds? Is it the adrenaline keeping you running despite the ache in your legs? Is it the deep burning in your lungs as it begins to hurt to even breathe?
No. You don't think it's any of those things. It can't be any of those things.
Because the only thing that drives the adrenaline to keep flooding your system, the only thing that keeps the blood pumping, the legs running, the lungs burning, is those eyes.
His eyes.
König was never stable. You knew that. You understood that. Someone could only see death so many times and come back with their humanity intact.
He'd seen blood and viscera paint his vision. The smell of death explode in his sinuses. Gorey battlefields painted crimson, with only him standing.
Its how he got his title as Colonel after all.
So when he actually broke, finally had some sort of mental breakdown that caused him to snap the necks of half his team, you weren't really surprised. Just terrified.
Terrified as you took your bag, sneaking away from your desk with your most quiet of footsteps. He wouldn't notice the pretty and plump secretary missing from his desk, right?
You had made it just a little ways down the hallway, the lights starting to flicker slightly, when you saw him standing there.
His eyes were..well the only way you could describe it was mad. Insane, deranged. Something you had only seen when soldiers came back from a mission and still had blood caking their uniforms.
The bloodlust in his eyes..it's not a mystery why you started to run.
It's not a mystery why he started to chase.
You called yourself stupid a few times as he started to sprint down the hallway after you. You should've known a predator would chase prey. Its in a killing machines instinct!
You just told yourself you had to keep running, it didn't matter if you could physically feel him getting closer, or your legs starting to ache like they were about to explode.
You knew you couldn't fight him, he'd snapped his fellow soldiers necks like they were peanut brittle. No matter how tall and strong you were, you knew he was stronger.
It was almost funny how you could already feel the trauma of seeing such bloodshed searing itself into your mind.
You knew you'd never forget this moment for the rest of your life, though it seemed like your life was about to be cut short, so why worry?
Running through halls with flickering lights, and the only sound being your pants and footfalls, and his in almost perfect synchrony.
The exit sign being your gospel, your salvation, that maybe once you stepped out that door that someone would see and shoot könig on sight.
You kept pushing, and pushing, through anguish and pain you'd never felt before. Feeling like you were going to puke at this rate.
But your faith held true, there it was in all its holy glory. The exit door.
You rammed against the metal mechanism of the door, feeling it push in and then..it was locked.
It was locked.
You quickly fell to the floor. Your legs falling to the ground along with your hope, and it shattering with your heart.
You could barely feel yourself breathing. Too stunned by sudden hopelessness, but you could hear him.
He was right behind you, breathing in deep, controlled breaths. Why did you think you could outrun him? Why did you think you could escape when you were heaving through your breaths like a dog?
You knew what fear felt like. It was the terror and knowledge of knowing you can't run away, you can't escape. That even the people you knew can snap and turn against you.
Maybe it was fear that made you use the last bit of your energy to turn and face him. Your back now held up against your false savior.
Or maybe it was some deep need to look your would be killer in the eyes, to leave him some scar on his mind.
You saw him, and those bloodthirsty eyes. His mask soaked in bright red crimson, his fatigues in a similar state. Patches of blood from people you had only known as acquaintances warning you against your own fate.
But the stab of a knife never came, the twist of your neck between his giant hands never happened.
Instead he..kneeled. Getting down to your level, still looking you in the eye.
He reached into his pocket and you were sure he was going for his gun, a little touched that he'd want to take you out quickly.
But then he pulled out..a heart...the heart he ripped from the chest of one of his teammates, you remembered the scream, and the spray of blood.
Now it sat lifeless in his hands, presenting it to you with sick satisfaction. You knew he had a tendency to stare at you while you worked, to give you slight favor over everyone else. You thought it was because you were his secretary but-
"I love you, meine liebe..I..I couldn't let you leave..I'm sorry you had to see such a mess but..I love you.."
His eyes changed to that of a sad dogs. Wide, round and filled with tears. This is what caused all of this? Your 2 week notice? He killed atleast 6 men just because you wanted to leave!?
You wanted to scream, shriek, yell at him with all your fury, how dare he!?! How could he!?! He can't say he loves you! But all you could do was cry.
Little pathetic sobs coming from ragged lungs and a heart beating like a rabbits.
He just came closer, sitting the heart down beside you with a slick plap. He then put his bloody hand on your face, spreading viscera and gore as he rubbed away your tears with his thumb.
"Don't cry... I'll make it all better.."
He put his mouth to yours, taking his other hand and putting on the back of your head. Forcing you to kiss him. Making you taste blood. It was almost ferocious the way he stuck his tongue down your throat and pressed you lips against his.
The hand that was on your cheek was now holding your waist, gripping into the fat of your hip as he pushed himself against you, rabid for contact.
This deep desire for your love and affection, even when you were traumatized and burnt out.
Only when his lungs started to burn, and your vision started to go black at the edges he finally pulled away, letting you slump against the door, exhausted.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw him pull a syringe out of his breast pocket, it having been wrapped in bubble wrap.
He pushed on the plunger just a bit, making sure no air was left. Then with all the gentleness a murderous, giant, monster of a man could muster, he poked it into your arm.
Cradling you as you felt your vision slip. Almost gentle and warm. But you only felt one thing. Fear.
It was dark, and quiet, the stars and moon peaking out behind the clouds that were barely visible in the dark night sky. The trees not letting much light through anyway.
You were standing there, hiding behind an old oak in nothing but your tank top and shorts, thankfully you had the foresight to wear atleast a sports bra, otherwise your tits would've been hurting as much as your lungs were.
You'd been running for who knows how long, away from him.
You think you lost him, you're pretty sure you lost him. But something about how silent it is nags in your mind. It's too serene..too nice. You feel like you're being watched and then..snap.
A tree branch right behind you and you bolt.
You weren't sure if it was him, maybe it wasn't, maybe it just fell, but you couldn't take any chances, your legs and ass were still sore from last time.
But you were still so exhausted.
Your lungs ached, your calves burned, your heart was beating so fast it might as well explode. Then you fall.
It's all too much, and you're so so tired.
So when his silhouette stands over your burnt out form, you stop caring as much.
Simon, he's never looked better in moonlight.
He thought you looked just as beautiful. Dirt might've been caking your bare feet, and your thighs might've been rubbed raw from running, but he didn't care. All he saw was the woman he was about to fuck the shit out of.
And you in all your innocent hope, blurted out a couple quiet words between pants "please.. don't be so rough this time..?" And all he could do was laugh because the second he ripped off your shorts, the sound of fabric ringing through the quiet night, you were wet.
Sticky was honestly the best way to describe it. It had attached to your fat pussy lips, making it glisten in an almost unholy way. He was running his mouth already.
"Sorry luv, I got you fair and square. I caught my little rabbit, I get to ruin it as much as I want.."
Then he was diving into your cunt. His tongue lapping around your clit, but never quite on it. Teasing. As if he wasn't as desperate as you were.
You were out of breath, and your whole body ached, you could barely see him over your stomach, but you reached a hand to his head anyway, trying to get any pressure on your clit, anything.
He quickly pried your hand off through, holding it down with ease, and lifting his head up to look at you, his chin slightly sticky already.
"Does a sheep give directions to a wolf about how to eat it better? No. It doesn't."
He growled out, seemingly genuinely just a tad bit angry. His patience was running thin too. The way your clit twitched after he said it finally made his resolve break, all ideas of prolonging this out the window.
That was something that was instantly clear when you met Simon. He was the best damn munch there ever was. He kept flicking your clit in just the right way with his tongue, never too hard or too soft, always making little jolts of pleasure spread up your spine and into your mushy brain.
And god..when he added his two fingers, your naughty hand now forgotten, it felt like heaven. You clenched around his pointer and middle and it made his cock start dripping precum, it staining his jeans that were already strained from his painfully hard dick.
He thrusted his fingers in and out, slow at first, in pace with his tongue, but then you started moaning louder, and, unsuccessfully, tried to buck your hips, which didn't go well with how your lungs burned at even the slight in take of air.
It started building up in your clit and g spot, the beginning of an orgasm, that's when he sped up, wanting to taste you on his tongue. It being far tastier when you've just came.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck FUCK YES SIMON!!"
You came loudly, your body convulsing around his fingers, your clit twitching in his mouth. He didn't stop though, as soon as he knew you came, he started to lick your hole. Trying to tongue out any remnants of your orgasm.
You mumbled, your voice and body weak "Mm Simon..don't..too..too sensitive.."
He reached up and put a hand over your mouth, not even bothering to come up for air to acknowledge your words. Just wanting to be lost in your pussy and it's delicious post orgasm glaze.
Eventually he came up, leaving you sensitive and twitching. He crawled over to your ear, looking you in the eye, and whispered.
"How you feeling, luv?" You finally made eye contact with him. His eyes were wide, and his chin glistened in the moonlight from your wetness. "'M great.." you managed to warble out. Your legs still shaking.
He just nodded in response, then he stood up. You thought for a minute it was over, that he actually took your pleads of being gentle seriously. Thankfully he didn't. He hoisted you up like you were nothing. Making you remember hearing him talk about his PR for lifting was 450. It only made your cunt clench.
Despite that you let out a very unhappy groan, not liking to be moved after you orgasm. He just cooed "Don't worry, I'll fuck you into a better mood.."
Eventually he had you positioned between him and a tree, the bark pushing a little uncomfortably into your skin.
He thankfully decided to put his coat on you to protect from the tree bark, sliding onto you. Making you feel warmer, and even more loved
"Cant have you being scratched up by some tree...that's my job." You knew he meant it too. Your back showed it.
You were beginning to get a little impatient, wanting so bad to have his cock bullied into you. Your oversensitivity finally having worn off, now replaced with dire need. He thankfully started pulling down his pants. Even if it was a bit hard to do when holding you up against the tree at the same time.
But finally, finally, he pushed the tip of his head into your entrance, and once he was sure it was lined up, he looked you in the eye, put your legs around his waist, and then put his hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him. Then impaled you on his cock with one massive thrust, all while keeping eye contact.
You immediately let out a moan and he drank it up. Hearing your sweet sounds and grabbing your soft, warm flesh made the rest of the world melt away.
He didn't care if a deer, a hunter, or god himself saw you, or heard you two, he just wanted to fuck you until you were both brain dead, and he was gonna do just that.
No matter how many times you had sex with this man, his dick always stretched you out, leaving you feeling full. Once he was sure you were settled, he started thrusting. Angling himself towards your g spot, making you moan.
"Mhmm, my little rabbit likes that, hm? It was so cute see you, fuck- run, or atleast try too. You looked so scared..made me hard..."
He was smirking, or atleast he was when his eyes weren't rolling back from the pleasure your soft fleshy fat cunt provided.
He started speeding up, feeling you start to tighten just a little. He then took his hand off your throat, much to your dismay, but just before you were going to let out a sound of displeasure, he started rubbing your clit, making your brain short circuit, and your mouth start producing the sluttiest noises these woods would ever hear.
It felt so good, his hand on your clit, his dick in your cunt. You don't even remember why you ran away in the first place, this felt so good, why did you deprive yourself of this pleasure?
You think he was thinking the same thing too, based off his face, not that either of you could think all that much at the moment.
You could feel his dick start to throb, and his moans turn into slight grunts. You knew when he was about to cum better then himself. Then he started mouthing off. "Everything in this fucking forest is gonna know you're mine! Gonna fucking fill you up, make sure you can't walk straight, you'd like that? Huh?"
Then his eyes rolled back into his head, and he gritted his teeth. You felt your orgasm coming on too, starting to clench on his dick. Which set him off
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum..Cum with me baby! Fucking cum with me!" He started to rub your clit even faster, his cock thrusting into you like his back definitely wasn't gonna hurt in the morning after this.
"I will! I promise- Oh fuck Si-" You got cut off by your own moans as your cunt started to convulse and tighten around him. Making him paint your walls white.
His hot warm cum starting to flood your poor abused pussy. He laid his head down on your shoulder as he unloaded himself into you, breathing hard. His teeth biting down on your shoulder.
Carefully, slowly, he pulled out. Setting both of you on the ground, up against the tree. His dick still out, and your pussy out in the open air. You'd be lying if you said you couldn't feel the air tickling your clit.
You suddenly remember why you were running in the first place. Your entire lower half was shaking and sore.
"we're gonna be so sore in the morning.." Simon groaned in agreement. "Worth it...that was fucking amazing luv. Worth all the back pain in the world" You just giggled. Filled with cum, warm, happy, all was right in the world.
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He'd been told he was going to become a knight since birth, serving the country as a whole, then if he was good enough, the nobility. When his training begun, he hated the idea of being the knight of any old noble that thought people poorer then them were the dirt beneath their boot.
He eventually became hardened by years of training and fighting, not to mention the occasional shipping out to a random village where he had killed more then a few men.
Then one day it was decided that the princess needed a personal knight, for a young lady needed to be well protected. At first he scoffed at the idea. A princess? One that stayed in castle walls like a caged bird? Why did she need protection?
When the day he was supposed to meet you came around, he quickly learned it wasn't for your safety per say, more so to curb your stubbornness. He couldn't deny the portraits of you in the hall with your family made his checks slightly flush. A beautiful round face and plump body. The redness wore off once he found out that, you had refused to come to the meeting to be assigned your guard, which he chocked up to the pretty princess not wanting to talk with a common like himself.
Until as he was getting a tour of the ground for security purposes, he saw a woman gardening. The woman was wearing a much nicer dress then he expected for a gardener. The woman was also quite a bit taller, chubbier, stronger. That's one thing he did like about noble women, their plump forms, but it was unusual for a worker. Maybe she was just a very good gardener. The woman quickly took notice of him and with a hop in her step, went up to greet him. She looked strangely...familiar?
"You're the new knight, yes?" He looked a little surprised, not expecting this person to be so talkative, but he was polite. "Yes..I am. Would you have any idea where the princess might be?" You giggled, taking off your sunhat and wiping your forehead with your sleeve. "You're looking at her."
He was stunned, he hadn't been paying too much attention to you before, but now that he was, the portraits on the walls of the castle matched you perfectly, yet they couldn't capture your beautiful round cheeks and a gorgeous smile as well as the real thing. He then snapped out of his thoughts and kneeled before you. Hearing you scoff at his actions. "You know you don't need to do that, right? Your little tour guide isn't even here anymore, not that he would've shown you around better then I can."
Ghost looked up and around. It's true, he was alone, with you he supposed. He then looked to your face, it being the only shade on his eyes from the blinding sun, making you look like you had a halo around your head. An angel. That's what you looked like.
"Cmon, get up." You said, as you stretched out your hand to help him up. He looked surprised, but grateful, his job was hard on his knees. Taking your hand once he was sure no one else was around, he wasn't sure if you'd be strong enough to help all that much, but you pulled him up with ease. "Now what's your name, oh noble knight?" The words falling from your lips, with a slight sarcasm imbedded. But not filled with ill will. "Ghost, my lady" your smirk fell slightly, and you sighed. You knew it couldn't be helped, honorifics were basically beat into every guard and maid.
"That's an odd name. I don't believe you're a spector."
You giggled, and he became surprised the longer you talked, so sasy, so informal. Felt more like talking to a fellow guard then the to be leader of the country. He stammered again, being put off guard (hahaha, get it?) "It's.. it's a given name by the knights guild."
You hummed in acknowledgement. You had heard of some guards only ever using their given names, but you had never seen it with your own eyes.
"Interesting. Well, I suppose you need a new tour guide, don't you?" He thought about it for a moment, perhaps, from a tactical standpoint, a person who lives in the castle, especially someone as rambunctious as you, would probably know more then the average persons about the castle. So for safety reasons, or maybe it was just him justifying a reason to get to know you better, he agreed.
"I suppose I do." You were still glistening with sweat from the heat of the sun, and the exertion of pulling weeds in a rather tight corset. Skin being smeared with splotches of dirt. He was feeling bold, and asked a question that any other noble would've had slapped him for. "You're quite the trouble maker, aren't you, my lady?" You only giggled
"You bet your shiny ass I am. Now cmon, there's like 20 different places that old fart hadn't show you yet." He only had moments to question your vulgar choice of words, then you were off, walking, almost jogging down the cobble path, with his heart in hand. So he could only follow.
Authors note: you know how I said I had ideas about the 141? Ghost consumed those thoughts. Eat up, babes. Again I don't know who made the knight au for ghost? If anyone knows, please tell me so I can tag them for credit. Cause this idea is so yummy. Thank you for reading, bye bye!!!!
following this dude on insta who only has 5k of 35k on his sons evac fund and im so confused cuz he has multiple microinfluencers making videos abt him, hes been consistently posting and asking for donations for at least two months, hes DMing everyone he sees, he's even got ppl printing his story out and pasting it up apparently. yet only at 5k? after all that time and effort?
here he is
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Soap, Gaz and ghost compare dick sizes in the shower room.
Soaps is like really fucking girthy, but shorter, around 4 inches. Both of them gasped when they saw it (ghost had already sucked it, but acted surprised)
Gaz has a lot of veins, like so many, and it's about 5.5 inches, but has a pretty curve.
Ghosts is of course massive, like 7 inches, and it's actually a bit skinny.
Then Price comes in during the dick measuring contest and tells them all that they don't even know how to make a woman cum with just their dick. Not like Price can.
Oh look it's you walking down the hallway, what could go wrong?
You're just like walking in nature, minding your business then be comes waltzing out of the woods, covered in blood with a deer over his shoulders, may I mention the deer has knife wounds, so he didn't even shoot it?? He's all like "Hallo, I did not know you enjoyed nature"
Now he's kinda hovering over you, looking like a serial killer with his very dead deer. Why did he even need to kill a deer? They fed him at the mess hall, and even gave him the right portions!
You weren't really intimidated by any men on base, except for him. He was just so..odd. now you have to make conversation or he'll start saying something strange. "Yeah..I..I like taking walks.." then, with a sickening crack, rips off an antler attached to the deer and hands it's to you. It was a big one too. "I have enough antlers. You should get some too."
Then he pats your head and walks up the trail, back to base, leaving you confused, holding a deer antler which actually was kinda cool. You wondered if he was human sometimes
You and Simon had been going on a date every week for the past month, and things couldn't be going better. The first date was a little awkward, he seemed a bit flustered, and you were too. After that though, you too hit it off.
He'd talk about butchering sometimes. How to get the best cut from any butcher store you go to, even though with him around you'd never need to go anywhere else.
You'd talk about your work and he'd listen intently. Looking at you with those big brown doe eyes. He was kind of like a dog in that respect. When you two were together he was right at your heel and never wanted to leave.
He made you feel special, like you were the only person on the planet he'd ever want to be with. He'd trace his finger on your stretch marks around your upper arms and shoulders whenever you two would wait in line somewhere.
It was maybe going just a little bit fast, and he was really observant, like he knew exactly what you wanted, but you were just happy to find someone who fit you so well.
Tonight would mark your 5th date with Simon. Of course you guys talked outside dates, but it always felt better when you could spend the day together.
You were standing outside his flat, the one above his butcher shop. Holding chocolate in cheese in a little grocery bag, he had said he had a little fondue machine he got from a very thankful customer he always wanted to try out. Plus who didn't love chocolate and cheese?
You knocked gently on his door, noting the absence of a doorbell. You heard him walking to the door, a man that big always made noise. Then you assumed he stubbed his toe based off the muffled "fuck" he just uttered, then he opened the door and smiled at you.
"You look good luv, I mean you always do, but especially now." He looked at you like you hung the stars above his head. You didn't know how he could get this deep this fast, but you were happy, and he was happy. "Oh stop it, I knew what you meant. You're looking very handsome too." He blushed just a little, or atleast you think he just did, he had rosacea so sometimes it was hard to tell. He then motioned for you to come in. "C'mon, it's getting cold out there."
You did as he said, stepping into his flat. It was decently big, you assumed being a butcher and having your own shop would probably pay enough to cover rent.
You went over to the kitchen counter and set down the cheese and chocolate near, what you assumed to be the fondue machine. He came over and plugged the machine in, confirming your assumption, he then picked up the chocolate that your brought. "I hate to admit it, but I got a real bad sweet tooth. Almost as bad as my taste for meat." He refrained from saying you satiated both his cravings. You giggled. Everything about Simon seemed to contradict his size sometimes.
"I do too, I also like cheese, like the little baby bells? I love those. Man, I should've got those for the fondue."
"There's always next time."
You smiled. Feeling that warm feeling spread in your chest. He wanted to invite you over again. He was just too good to be true. You realized you had kinda zoned out and stared at him for a minute, so you spoke up, trying to break the awkward silence.
"Yeah, next time." You looked away for just a second, his gaze could be a tiny bit overwhelming sometimes. He let out a sigh of content, then put the stuff in the fondue machine. Watching it melt in the pot. It was actually a pretty sight, colors swirling around.
He then went to his fridge and pulled out strawberries. Placing them down on the counter, along with some skewers. "Dig in." He hated to admit it but some part of him did like watching you eat, like right now as you skewered one of the strawberries, placed it in the molten pot of fondue. Watching you blow on it to cool down and harden, and once it did, you took a bite. Then you looked back at him, a bit confused. "Aren't you gonna eat some too?" He kept looking at you until he noticed some chocolate on the side of your lips. Which he wiped off with his finger, then licked it.
That was way hotter then you were expecting. "Yeah..yeah I will." You just giggled.
After you two were done with the fondue, with slightly burnt tongues because neither of you were patient enough to wait for it to cool. He suggested a movie, to which you agreed to, and the implications.
Now you to were sitting on the couch, watching some movie you put on without looking. He was so warm, his arm pressing you into his side, your shoulder laying in the crook of his neck.
It felt so peaceful, so right. Like the rest of the world could fuck off. As long as you too got to stay right here in this moment. Eventually he got distracted from the movie, instead looking at you.
His fingers moved on their own, cupping your cheek. He seemed so enthralled as he stroked his thumb up and down. Eventually putting his lips to yours.
His lips were a little chapped, so were yours honestly, but whatever bad texture there was, was made up for by action. His tongue slipping into your mouth, the lingering taste of fondue. It was slow, careful, like a pair of virgins exploring eachother, trying to make sense of what it meant to be intimate.
Then your bladder protested and ruined the moment, you sighed and Simon got off you, worried. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He was so sure he didn't do anything wrong. You just shook your head, alleviating his fears. "No it's not your fault, I just...I gotta pee." He looked instantly relieved, was he always this wound tight? "Oh, okay just making. The um..the bathroom is down the hall to the left"
With a small noise of disapproval, he let go of you, but he knew you'd come back. "Be quick, or else" he said in that tone that made you know he was joking, which took a while to get for the record. You just scoffed and rolled your eyes "I will, don't worry."
You headed down the hallway where he pointed, you reached the end and saw two doors. He said the bathroom was on the left but..you were kinda curious. Simon was so kind, loving, you felt his phantom touch on your skin, the lingering taste of his tongue in your mouth, and as much as you wanted to get back as soon as possible, you couldn't help yourself.
You took a quick glance back down the hallway, he seemed really into the movie you put on so you figured a quick snoop wouldn't hurt.
You slowly, quietly opened the door and looked inside. Seemed normal, then you tip toed in, taking a quick glance around, it seemed pretty normal. A bed, a night stand, a lamp, and a couple book shelves. Though he had a knife collection, made sense for a butcher. You turned to leave the room, feeling a little bit bad you invaded his privacy, but as you went to the door you saw something on the wall.
Photos. So many fucking photos. They weren't of your dates, oh no. They were taken of you while you were going about your day, usually around early morning or dusk. You eating breakfast, or going to work. You leaving work and walking home, you going out with your friends. Most of them focusing on you face, or your stomach, some were even dedicated just to your stretch marks, rolls and curves, All of the pictures having been taken from atleast a hundred feet away.
You should've been terrified. You should've been feeling your heartbeat out of your chest, you should've been running out of the house. Escaping and reporting it to the police.
But you weren't. You were just in awe. It felt.. romantic in a way. The photos, the angles, like he saw you as something above the normal person. It felt like worship.
He was calling you now, but you stayed put. What was wrong with you? Why were your cheeks flushed instead of pale and drained of blood from fear? Why did your heart soar instead of drop to your stomach?
Why did you smile when he came in and saw you looking at them? "It's..it's beautiful, Simon." He looked stunned, you were stunned too. You didn't think you were sick like this.
You should've seen a stalker when you looked at him, but all you saw was your loving boyfriend. "You..you like them? You aren't..scared?" You just shook your head. Taking his hand and giggling. You felt some shame, but all of it floated away as you felt his warm hand against yours.
You were so happy he liked you this much. To the point where he'd clearly spent hours following you. It made you feel more loved then you ever had, and you'd tell him as much. "You really like me, huh? Like really, really like me." He just nodded. He really wasn't sure what to say.
He was trying to see if you were lying, but you were so genuine. He thought he was gonna have to kidnap you if you saw the photos but instead you were hugging him and putting your mouth to his ear "I love you, Simon." He hands found a place on your lower back. He let out a deep breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Pressing his forehead onto yours. "I love you too, my girl." You're his. His girl. It made your heart jump up and down in excitement.
"You don't hate me, right? You aren't gonna run away if I don't tie you down?" He had pulled back just enough to see your face, and your elated expression. Watching you shake your head
"I literally just said I love you. You don't have to tie me down to get me to stay, but..I'd like it." You giggled, being a slight tease. He groaned in response. Relaxing at last. You were just as crazy as him. "Maybe another day, tonight I just wanna..go slow." And for the first time in his life, he did.
After that day, you and Simon were even closer then ever. About a year later, he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him. To which you said yes. Now the butcher shop was run by two big freaks. You both couldn't be happier.
Authors note: AHHHH okay, first series done!!! In just this week I've learned a lot about writing and I think I'm feeling some type of improvement?? I know this series kinda sucked sometimes, and I might come back one day to redo, better then ever, but I think it was decent for a first time. Also, yeah, readers a freak. (Like everyone here) I have another WIP I should probably get through, but then I might start another series, who knows. Anyway, thank you for reading, and bye bye!!!!!!
Dudes my brain is literally just not wanting to write today. I'm not sure if I'll have anything out tonight, but I have two Wips that's I'll definitely be releasing next week at the latest.
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